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As was the case every time the two of them had sleepovers, Lan Zhan awoke first, right when the earliest light filtered in through Wei Ying’s curtains.
Wei Ying was too tired to wake with him when he felt him begin to stir. His body ached here and there, likely from sleeping in an awkward position. But there was not a chance in the world he would move; Lan Zhan was warm beneath him, his smooth skin soft under Wei Ying’s palms, and his hands resting on Wei Ying as if he were precious.
Those gentle hands he had so longed for to caress him were finally doing so. He was finally right where he’d longed to be, wrapped in his crush’s arms.
Wei Ying breathed out a soft sigh and let sleepiness take him under again. Distantly, he felt Lan Zhan’s touch on his hair, down his body, brushing where he was still naked, and it sent a thrill up his back. His stomach tickled as memories bubbled up into his mind anew.
Sure, they had woken up together many times before. But never before while naked and after having slept with each other.
He breathed a little shakily as he felt the evidence of their actions in and on his body. The soreness inside him, the slightly sticky feel of his skin, the prickling where Lan Zhan had left his marks.
Oh, he was delighted; His heart was pounding in his ears.
Lan Zhan had agreed to fuck him, had done so very thoroughly and beyond anything Wei Ying could have imagined, and he had stayed the night. Like he didn’t just want an easy hook-up. Like he didn’t regret it, even as the fog of sex wore off, and he found Wei Ying sleeping on top of him.
If Wei Ying wasn’t mistaken, Lan Zhan had even made promises to continue in the morning. Wei Ying felt himself clench at the thought of continuing soon, anxious and impatient even in his barely-conscious state.
Then, almost as if in response, Lan Zhan’s arms wrapped tighter around him, and Wei Ying felt lips pressed into his hair. If he hadn’t been so drowsy, he would have burst with joy.
It felt so soft, so warm.
He drifted off, full of trust and happiness. Distantly, he could hear Lan Zhan hum their melody, but he couldn’t quite tell if it was a dream or reality.
Not that it mattered. Nothing mattered, so long as they could lie there, together.
How long passed, he didn’t know, but something had to burst the bubble. He blearily grew aware of voices outside the door; Someone coming to ruin things.
“… I think your uncle expects you to come with them home…” A familiar voice muttered.
Go away, Wei Ying groaned in his mind. Don’t you dare take Lan Zhan away…
Then, beneath him, Lan Zhan jolted slightly when that person tried the door, before he replied. As Lan Zhan spoke, Wei Ying mumbled his complaint into his chest, holding onto him tighter.
“I am awake… Will get dressed and see Xiongzhang… Wei Ying is still sleeping…”
Wei Ying licked his lips, trying to muster the awareness to interject. The voice outside the door mumbled something further, before they finally left.
“Whowassit…?” Wei Ying croaked.
Lan Zhan’s fingers tightened. “Keep sleeping.”
“Ishmadem yoo angry at mee again?”
“No, it was Nie Mingjue. He told me my uncle is coming. My brother is unwell.”
Wei Ying groaned in his head. Why does everyone want to interfere? Finally, he had managed to get this far, and suddenly, everyone was determined to split them. He tightened his grasp, petulantly refusing to let go, and let his fingers tangle into Lan Zhan’s hair.
“Dontleeve.”
He was so selfish.
Lan Zhan breathed out gently. “… Wei Ying”
“Stay.” Wei Ying continued to urge, though it was a struggle when he wasn’t quite conscious yet. “You promished, when we whoke...” We would keep going, he decided not to say. “… And we’re gonna swim. Go into towhn…”
Lan Zhan hesitated a few moments, and Wei Ying was so sure he would be good and give him his way.
“I will see you soon.”
… But he did not.
Wei Ying shook his head and whined. No, he didn’t want that!
“Please, Er-Gege.” He blinked up at Lan Zhan, fighting the early hour to wake up. “I still haven’t shown you my bunny…”
“Mn. You must show me next time. Make sure I come back.”
Not good enough!
He whined more, frustrated. He tried licking Lan Zhan’s bare neck and shoulder, nibbling slightly, as if being childish would get him his will. His friend did not scold him.
He should probably just have accepted. Lan Zhan was diligent – If his brother and uncle asked for it, of course he would follow.
But… He promised Wei Ying. Should their wishes come before Wei Ying’s?
In another time, maybe he would have been less petulant, let go of the man.
Not this one.
He rested his elbows on either side of Lan Zhan’s head and wobbly got his knees to frame the man’s hips, caging him in. Lan Zhan looked at him unreadably, and Wei Ying ducked down, pressing their noses together.
“Gonna have to fight me. ‘m not gon let you leave.” He mumbled.
Lan Zhan hummed, a deep, low sound in the back of his throat. Their faces were so close together, it took Wei Ying little effort to bite at Lan Zhan’s cheek and kiss his brow.
Lan Zhan grabbed his face in turn, keeping it still, before stretching his neck to press a gentle kiss to Wei Ying’s lips.
Right. They could do that now.
Wei Ying’s pulse lurched in his throat, scrambling to reciprocate. Honestly, after how intimately they had been entangled, a quick kiss was probably the least outrageous. And yet still, it made Wei Ying’s heart flutter almost painfully.
He leaned down and licked Lan Zhan’s lips apart, tilting his head and locking their mouths against each other. He felt a little high on the sensation, of the indecent wetness, of Lan Zhan’s tongue meeting his own, and warmth quickly coalesced lower in his body.
They had often danced just on the precipice of doing something like this. Hugging and touching far more than you would with just a friend; Lying in each other’s embrace, so close their entire bodies were in touch; Leaning their faces close enough a single shift was all they would have needed to kiss, yet never moving in for it.
They had been so close, but never before crossed.
And yet, now having stepped over the line, Wei Ying could not possibly keep himself from violating it again and again. He had risked everything to push beyond their established limits when he kissed Lan Zhan the day before, to make the final leap and hope he wouldn’t live to regret. But Lan Zhan had not pushed him away, had kept meeting him at every step, so Wei Ying had to see how far he would be willing.
And Lan Zhan had been willing to the very end and more.
Wei Ying felt ecstatic; Maybe his inkling that Lan Zhan truly wanted him in turn hadn’t been entirely delusional. Now, too, without any alcohol in their blood, he had pulled Wei Ying in for a kiss on his own accord. Wei Ying wanted to tell him just how happy it made him, how much he wanted it, needed to encourage it further.
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Warmth curled tightly in his gut as he moaned against Lan Zhan’s lips, hoping to make clear exactly how he appreciated it. His friend wrapped a hand around his neck and pulled him deeper, and his other fingers explored Wei Ying’s body, feeling up his thighs and behind, then exploring beneath the sweater he had stolen the night before.
Yes, yes, yes, please, touch me, Wei Ying sobbed in his head, his fingers trembling in anticipation and hope. Want me like I want you.
His body reacted on its own, rutting back and forth hungrily. His hips dropped down, pressing himself against Lan Zhan’s crotch, begging. His bed creaked ever so slightly with every shift he made, though not silently enough that someone listening in wouldn’t realise something indecent was transpiring.
Not that Wei Ying was of much mind to care.
Lan Zhan’s hand fell to his hips, guiding, encouraging, and his own body began moving up in response. Wei Ying could feel him grow hard again, and he could have cried with joy; Lan Zhan was aroused by him still. It wasn’t a one-of thing.
Wei Ying was trembling with the need to have it inside himself again.
However, in the distance, he could hear footsteps once more. Lan Zhan guided his face away so both of them could catch their breath, before a rapid knocking sounded on Wei Ying’s door.
“Wangji, what is taking so long?” With horror, Wei Ying recognised old man Qiren’s voice, blinking wide eyes down at Lan Zhan, who breathed out steadily. “Do not say you have also indulged!”
“Shufu,” Lan Zhan spoke evenly, looking Wei Ying in the eyes as he did. “I am fine.”
Lan Qiren tried the handle, and Wei Ying’s heart lurched, before he blessed his horny self from the night prior that he had locked it, given how many seemed so eager to barge in on them. “Then pack up and come down. Xichen is in the car already.”
No! Wei Ying wanted to exclaim, his face twisting with desperation. Lan Zhan was quiet for a moment, their eyes locked as he brushed a hand over Wei Ying’s cheek.
“I’m sorry,” He said, and Wei Ying thought it was for him – Until he added, “I have already made commitments today.”
“Commitments?” Lan Qiren repeated.
“I’ll be helping clean up here.”
Wei Ying breathed in sharply.
Lan Qiren paused, then hummed audibly. “I see. Well, it’s good you’re being considerate, then. I will tell Xichen.”
Wei Ying felt his heart hammer harder in his chest as Lan Qiren’s footsteps disappeared down the hallway again. Without any idea what to say, how to express his thrill and relief, he dove down and kissed Lan Zhan again, thankful.
I'll make it worth it, he tried to convey with his eagerness, licking desperately against Lan Zhan’s lips. You won't regret staying.
His trembling hands made their way lower over Lan Zhan’s chest, his stomach, before finally slipping underneath his pants, into his boxers. Lan Zhan breathed in sharply when he felt Wei Ying’s fingers seek out such indecent places. But Wei Ying nibbled on his lower lip and angled their parted mouths together in wet, wanton eagerness, trying to distract him.
Of course, it was impossible to pretend he wasn’t doing something indecent when his fingers wrapped around Lan Zhan’s hardness and eagerly tugged on it, pulling it free. Lan Zhan’s hands grasped Wei Ying’s upper arms forcefully, yet they did not try to stop him, so Wei Ying forged on, anxious but too far along to pull back and act like nothing.
In his own excitement, he couldn’t keep his breathing steady and had to lift from the kiss to catch his breath. He kept his eyes closed, too nervous to meet the other’s gaze, scared to break the spell.
All of this – It had been quite a bit easier with a little bit of alcohol in his system. It felt too real right now.
“Wei Ying.” Lan Zhan whispered, brushing his fingers over Wei Ying’s cheek. Oh, but when he spoke like that, Wei Ying was so weak.
“You said we could,” Wei Ying defended, hiding against his throat. “Yesterday, you said when we woke – But, it’s – If you don’t want, that’s also totally-”
His fingers were shaking and growing less confident, loosening his grip. He was exposed; It was clear how much he wanted Lan Zhan. It would hurt to learn it wasn’t returned to the same extent, but he would do his best to face it with grace.
However, Lan Zhan shifted, grinding his hips up, pushing himself into Wei Wuxian’s grasp. Instantly, Wei Ying shut up and renewed his efforts, forming a tight circle with his fingers. Lan Zhan thrust into his palms two more times, before his hands fell to Wei Ying’s hips. Quickly, Wei Ying sat upright again, twisting around to find his lube in the sheets, certain Lan Zhan wanted to go again and more than willing to provide.
Lan Zhan followed him, sitting up and guiding Wei Ying more snuggly into his lap, thighs bracketing his hips. “Wei Ying,” He said again, and finally, Wei Ying turned his face to look him in the eyes, surely flushed. “How are you feeling?”
Like I'm gonna explode if you don’t fuck me and tell me you love me.
“So conscientious, Er-Gege.” Wei Wuxian muttered demurely instead, trying to hide how fast his heart was thrumming. He smiled as mischievously as he could muster and wrapped both arms around Lan Zhan’s neck, leaning in closer. “Are you worried you ruined this poor virgin?”
Lan Zhan had liked that, right? That he had taken Wei Ying’s virginity? Wei Ying could play into that. And when Lan Zhan visibly swallowed, Wei Ying felt much more at home again. He breathed out and moved his hips slowly, teasingly.
“No need to worry, mm?” He whispered, pressing his face as close to Lan Zhan’s as he could, kissing him here and there as he spoke. “You made me feel so, so good…”
Timing it just right, he pushed back against Lan Zhan’s erection, sliding it right along the crevice of his bare ass. Lan Zhan breathed out audibly, a truly scandalous sound, coming from him. Wei Ying knew he was doing something right, regaining some control of the situation, and smiled.
He didn’t need drunken bravery – He could manage just fine with his usual charms!
“Was thinking…” He whispered, moving his hips up and down slowly, feeling Lan Zhan’s dick twitch against him. “If you’re still up for it…”
With little warning, Lan Zhan’s hands moved behind and spread Wei Ying’s cheeks apart roughly, chasing a gasp from Wei Ying’s lungs. He could feel Lan Zhan rub deeper into the cleft, feel the thick head catch tauntingly on his opening.
His heart was jackrabbiting in his chest. Being fully clear-headed truly made it all so much more nerve-wracking; To have his crush eagerly jerk off against Wei Ying’s body was mind-numbing. He tangled his fingers into Lan Zhan’s hair as the man trailed kisses down his neck, nodding and whispering encouragingly.
“Gege, you can do it, no need to hold back, you – You can put it in.”
Only in his fantasies had he imagined saying such crude and shameless words. Speaking them aloud – It all felt too much.
But it worked.
Lan Zhan caught himself with one hand, pressing his head against Wei Ying’s ring of muscles. But then, he hesitated, gyrating his hips slightly, as if considering just how much he wanted to just thrust inside.
“… Lube.” He mumbled into Wei Ying’s chest, into the fabric of the shirt Wei Ying had stolen from him.
Right. That would probably make everything go a bit more smoothly. But Wei Ying was simply too high on horniness to care about a little bit of a sting.
“I'm already so soft and loose from yesterday,” He whispered into Lan Zhan’s hair, impatiently wriggling his hips to encourage the man inside. “So slick for you still. Once you’ve leaked a little inside of me, it’ll go so easy, Gege…”
Truly, his own mouth made his face burst aflame. But Lan Zhan bit down onto Wei Ying’s peck, making it sting through the fabric, and then jammed his hips upward. Wei Ying quickly clamped onto his own fingers to avoid crying a pathetic whimper, feeling himself get breached so roughly. He had asked for it, but still, the glide was so much drier than the first time, and Lan Zhan had to use far more force.
And yet, the pain, the sting, the stretch, when knowing it was because of Lan Zhan fucking him; Wei Ying didn’t mind in the slightest. In fact, it thrilled him.
Both of them wriggled to get the angle just right, trying to get as deep as possible, and it made Wei Ying tip his head back, baring his throat for more vicious attacks. The intrusion made space within him, pressed into and tickled his sweet spot, and his body shivered at the persistent stimulation. His heart was overwhelmed, his pulse hammering, so his breath came out in rapid gasps even though he had only been stuffed for now, both of them yet to move.
He was so easily made a wreck, just because it was Lan Zhan he was having sex with.
Sitting down into Lan Zhan’s lap all the way, that same utterly full feeling from the night prior made him wheeze slightly. His hands instantly fell to his stomach and pressed in – And there it was, the swell of Lan Zhan being buried deep inside his body.
“Fuck.” He whispered, whimpered. “Oh fuck, so deep in me. Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan…”
He was never going to want anything but this. How could he? Lan Zhan was everything.
The man in question didn’t hesitate to ruck Wei Ying’s top further up his torso to admire how thoroughly he was claiming Wei Ying’s body. To put on a show, Wei Ying adjusted his hands and knees, leaning back and finding support on Lan Zhan’s thighs, before lifting his hips. The drag of Lan Zhan’s member within his body nearly made him see stars of bliss. He could feel the bulge shift lower on his abdomen, before he dropped down again and felt himself stuffed to his gut.
As he tried shifting, fucking himself on his crush, the bed shifted with them, knocking dully against the wall. Wei Ying froze and whimpered, had already been doing his best not to make a sound – But if he couldn’t even move…?
He tried again, rolling himself more cautiously, but still, the creak and bump were absolutely telling, should anyone hear. Wheexing with restraint, he tried simply shifting his hips, wriggling more so, and it stimulated his sweet spot so nicely, without making too much noise. Breathing out in relief, he nearly collapsed against Lan Zhan, who wrapped his arms around his back and spoke sweet assurances into his skin, tutting softly.
He felt himself clench and ease over and over, felt his thighs squeeze tighter, his toes curling. Every tiny little eager shift made him come closer, closer, to the precipice, just a little more, and he…
“Gege…” He drawled sultrily. He was so close and Lan Zhan was so warm, felt so nice, wrapped all around him, filling him up so fully. He was so obsessed with him it made him feel nearly ill. “Good… So good… Yes…”
Lan Zhan did not complain at all, even though in the back of Wei Ying’s mind, he knew he couldn’t be feeling much with so little stimulation. It just – It felt so good, and Wei Ying needed just a little more-
“Mmn-” He gasped, his whole body seizing, his gut coiled tight. Lan Zhan quickly covered his lips with a broad palm, foreseeing the desperate little whimpers Wei Ying was about to cry. He twitched, having reached a high and feeling the thrill of release wash in waves over him. His hips shifted, but Lan Zhan kept him still enough not to jostle the bed too loudly, keeping himself buried so deep and so well into Wei Ying’s body.
It took a few blissful moments of moaning and rutting before Wei Ying realised what he’d just done; Falling limp against Lan Zhan’s chest, he could feel something warm and sticky on his skin under his fingers as they fumbled about.
Blearily, he looked down, seeing white splatters coat Lan Zhan’s stomach and chest. Wei Ying’s.
“Oh fuck-” He croaked, his forehead dropping heavily onto Lan Zhan’s shoulder.
Embarrassment followed quickly after his realisation. He had just brought himself to completion simply by getting Lan Zhan’s cock buried inside him. Not a single time had any of them touched him; He’d reached orgasm only from feeling the man rub against his prostate, had been rutting atop him like an animal in heat.
And Lan Zhan still hadn’t released. At most, Wei Ying could feel the wetness of precum slip out of him, but Lan Zhan was still throbbing hard inside his body.
“… Can’t believe I just…” Wei Ying whispered, leaning back, his face aflame. He tried to chuckle, but it felt odd and sounded breathless when he was so utterly filled. “… And you’re still… I’m just…”
“Sensitive.”
Lan Zhan’s voice came so unexpectedly it made a whole new wave of embarrassment flush over Wei Ying. He whined and hid against the other man again.
“Shut up.”
“Made for this.”
Wei Ying nearly choked, even as horniness spiked within him. Wasn’t Lan Zhan right? His body reacted so easily to being filled. Surely, he was made for it – For Lan Zhan to have him like this.
Oh god, he was so turned on.
“… You should also…” Wei Ying muttered, trying to move his hips once again, more slowly and carefully – Yet hearing the same noisy bump as a result. Lan Zhan closed his eyes at the feeling, then breathed a dragged-out breath.
“Not on the bed.” He gritted out between his teeth.
As if Wei Ying wasn’t already well aware of his best friend’s strength, Lan Zhan wrapped his wide hands around Wei Ying’s thighs and stood up in one swift move. Wei Ying clutched onto him and stifled a yelp, then felt the man’s cock shift deep within his body.
“Lan Zhan-! You can’t just-!” He cried, scrambling to hold on, groaning at the sensation inside him.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan breathed evenly, though there was a hint of something in his voice. “My turn.”
Lan Zhan lifted Wei Ying off himself like he was mere air, the intrusion sliding out of his hole with a pop, and his arms and legs unwrapping themselves from Lan Zhan’s body in confusion. His feet met the floor uncertainly, but Lan Zhan quickly twirled him to face the other way and pushed him forward until his hips met the edge of his desk.
Wei Ying braced against the wood momentarily confused – Until he felt something big nudge into the cleft of his ass and a thick, blunt pressure at his opening once more.
“O-oh-” He croaked, eyes widening.
“Bend down.” Lan Zhan commanded as he experimentally pressed in, testing the current angle, and Wei Ying obeyed mindlessly. He leaned over the table surface, but Lan Zhan pushed between his shoulder blades impatiently until Wei Ying was completely flat against the wood. Then he pushed in, forcing space within Wei Ying’s body for himself.
“Uuugh…” Wei Ying groaned against the wood, his body unable to shift anywhere and therefore forced to take the intrusion. But Lan Zhan must have pumped quite a bit of precum into him already, for the slide was not as rough this time around.
The new angle helped too. Lan Zhan shifted his hand from holding Wei Ying down between his shoulder blades to grasping hold of his hair and pushing the side of his head against the table. This forceful treatment was nothing like Lan Zhan’s usual self, gentle, courteous and restrained. At most, he could be a little stubborn and determined some days – But it made Wei Ying’s heart beat even faster to have him act like this.
“Taking me over the desk just like I wanted you to,” He spoke against the wood, a smile growing on his face. “Good boy.”
Lan Zhan shoved into him far too roughly, and his nails dug into the desk. The whole piece of furniture shifted with the motion, making a dull scraping noise. Wei Ying wanted to wail; They couldn’t fuck here without noise either.
Except, it didn’t stop Lan Zhan.
Wei Ying gasped in shock when the man shoved into him again, punching the air from his lungs. The table thumped with the motion again, but Lan Zhan did not seem to notice – Or care – For he pulled back even further just to thrust even deeper.
This time, Wei Ying cried out a truly pitiful sound. Yet, instead of consoling him, Lan Zhan simply leaned down over him, his chest meeting Wei Ying’s back, and stifled his moans and cries with a palm.
“Shh,” He tutted against the shell of Wei Ying’s ear as he pushed in again, using his other hand to brush hairs from Wei Ying’s face. Nothing had ever turned Wei Ying on quite like this, and he whimpered, begged, against Lan Zhan’s palm.
Again, Lan Zhan thrust inside Wei Ying’s tight body, harder, faster, shifting the desk further. It would scratch and leave marks. People downstairs would hear.
But Wei Ying was too lost in the feeling to care. Let them know. To hell with consequences – Maybe he could cling onto Lan Zhan more publicly if people found out what they had done. If they knew it wasn’t just Wei Ying who was desperate, if they knew Lan Zhan had wanted him too, had fucked him like this.
His stomach clenched, and his dick twitched.
Lan Zhan’s forehead dropped onto his shoulder blade, and his thrusts grew more rapid, more eager. Wei Ying’s feet scrambled to keep his toes on the floor, but it was without success, and they kicked and curled into the air instead, wrapping back around Lan Zhan’s leg as he approached that edge again.
To feel how lost Lan Zhan was to the sensation of being within Wei Ying’s body – It was euphoric. Lan Zhan’s hands moved higher, releasing Wei Ying’s hair to press his palms against the table instead, intertwining his fingers between Wei Ying’s.
Finally, he shoved as deep as Wei Ying’s tight body would let him and breathed out, tickling the hairs on Wei Ying’s neck. So much of their skin was touching, as if Lan Zhan was enveloping him fully. Having him so deep within, feeling the way he throbbed inside his body, the feeling of heat spreading deep within him, it made Wei Ying whimper. His own dick twitched and spasmed once more, his stomach tightening and his hole clenching.
In the taut silence, he could hear the slight drips of his own semen falling onto the cupboards and the floor, but Lan Zhan was too lost in his orgasm to notice, his cock pulsating over and over inside Wei Ying. He could cry for how much he wanted it.
Lan Zhan slowly grew heavier atop him, and they both heaved for a few drawn-out minutes, catching their breath. Finally, Lan Zhan lifted himself gingerly, hands feeling Wei Ying’s back and sides down. He was quiet, but Wei Ying felt eyes on him, on where they were connected, and he shivered at the thought of Lan Zhan admiring what he’d done.
Yet, at the same time, coming down from such a buildup also made reality hit quite harshly; Something like this, you don’t just turn back from and pretend nothing happened. At least, Wei Ying didn’t imagine he’d be able to.
But did he need to?
Clearly, Lan Zhan had some kind of interest in him, more than friendly. Until yesterday, Wei Ying had merely suspected this. And following this… Lan Zhan just wasn’t the type to have meaningless sex. Right? The Lan Zhan he knew was far more likely to keep pure until marriage than sleep with his buddy just because said buddy asked.
This had to mean something.
Lan Zhan could be into dudes. Could be into Wei Ying, specifically, at least. Into having sex with him at the bare minimum. Which was already quite fucking great if Wei Ying was honest, even if Lan Zhan somehow didn’t mean anything more by it.
But… If he did – Now would be a good time to get that clarified, right?
Sure, it was embarrassing as hell to bring it up if Wei Ying had somehow been way off mark. But surely less embarrassing than what he’d already done; Showing how willing and desperate he was to get in bed with Lan Zhan, in whatever way possible. How easy and eager he was for Lan Zhan.
“Say… Gege…” He began, his voice sounding rough. Lan Zhan’s fingers squeezed at the nickname, and Wei Ying smiled. “… Can I take this as you being interested, even when you aren’t drunk?”
He tried to play it off casually, though his heart was hammering away in his chest.
To hell with it; Hadn’t he already thrown the word ‘love’ out there repeatedly yesterday, in the high and thrill of actually having sex with his best friend? He hadn’t exactly been subtle about his feelings; Might as well give it a shot.
“Wasn’t drunk yesterday.” Lan Zhan said, sounding a bit rough himself. His fingers were caressing Wei Ying’s flank gently, still letting himself grow softer within Wei Ying’s warmth.
“Mmmhmm,” Wei Ying hummed and did not roll his eyes. “Avoiding the question.”
Maybe Lan Zhan was just horny, and Wei Ying was an easy and willing body. Maybe he didn’t want anything more than to be fuck buddies. Wei Ying could live with that. He’d nurture his broken heart with the knowledge that he at least was hot enough for Lan Zhan to want to fuck him.
Finally, Lan Zhan pulled out of Wei Ying, still not answering. Wei Ying swallowed thickly, his heart beating in his chest.
But then, strong hands grabbed hold of him and turned him over – Which quickly made him twice as embarrassed, having to face that guy’s unreadable expression while lying partially nude and wet between his thighs. Wei Ying’s lips were parted, his face was hot, and he was pretty sure he looked a vulnerable wreck. In comparison, if ignoring his nudity, it was impossible to tell what Lan Zhan had just been up to.
Unfair, Wei Ying declared in his head. He was just as involved, but only I look so indecent afterwards…
His fingers were trembling as he reached out, not sure what he wanted – To hold Lan Zhan’s arms? Attempt to caress his face? Push him away so he could maybe herd together his scattered heart?
In any case, he didn’t get the chance. Lan Zhan dipped down, his beautiful long threads of hair falling around them. Then he stretched his neck and pressed kisses to Wei Ying’s face, cheeks, nose.
It made a painfully relieved chuckle bubble from Wei Ying’s chest – Until it was cut off by the man pressing their mouths together.
Immediately, Wei Ying did as he had found success with already, parting his lips, tilting his head and licking against Lan Zhan. But he wasn’t met with the same indecency – Lan Zhan pressed a kiss to his mouth, lifted briefly to brush a hand over Wei Ying’s face, then dipped in again. Gently, if still rather sloppily. He licked slowly against Wei Ying’s lips, tongue, but not like the hot and desperate make-out earlier.
When he lifted again, Wei Ying blinked big, confused eyes up at him.
“… How do you want me to take this, Lan Zhan?” He had to ask.
He knew Lan Zhan avoided putting into words what he feared expressing, preferring actions instead. But Wei Ying was the type who couldn’t help worry until he had verbal affirmation.
So he needed Lan Zhan to tell him-
“I love you.”
Wei Ying froze.
Surely, he heard wrong.
Except, he absolutely didn’t. And suddenly, everything felt very, very overwhelming.
“Oh,” He whispered. Then, absolutely out of his own control, his face broke into the widest, most relieved smile he had ever worn. “Yeah?”
“Mn.” Lan Zhan mumbled, seeming just as nervous himself, now Wei Ying got a good look at him. “Love you.” He repeated, a little lower this time.
To hell with everything!
Wei Ying stretched his neck up and pressed kisses to Lan Zhan’s mouth, all smiles and very little grace, hitting his cheek and chin as well. “Love you! Love you too, Er-Gege!”
He couldn’t be within his own body from pure blissful glee, and it emerged, as it often did for him, in bright giggling that made it even harder to kiss this precious man he was so utterly captivated by. Lan Zhan didn’t seem to mind, though, letting Wei Ying peck his face as much as he liked.
“So! So, like!” Wei Ying forged on, reinvigorated. “Like in the ‘being boyfriends’ kinda way?”
Lan Zhan’s eyes flew to his, ears bright red. Luckily, he nodded once, slightly, and mumbled a small, “Mn.”
“You mean it? Truly?”
“And Wei Ying; You’re not joking?”
Wei Ying had to slap his shoulder with a frown. “What do you think of me? That I’d just let anyone fuck me and then joke about getting together as a prank?!” He huffed and turned his face away, pouting slightly. “Of course I'm being serious. It’s you, Lan Zhan.”
“It’s me?”
“Because it’s you. Because I like you. So much. Have done, for so long,” His voice faltered, and he whined. “So, can you put me out of my misery and ask me to date if you’re being serious?”
Or just break my heart into pieces if not.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan breathed, fingers gently touching Wei Ying’s hair and thumb brushing his cheek, encouraging him to look his way again. “Would you… Afford me the honour of being your – Partner?”
“Boyfriend, Gege. The type with no space. The exclusive one.” Wei Ying amended seriously, before smiling so wide his cheeks hurt again and wrapping his arms around Lan Zhan’s head, pulling him in to press their noses together. “And absolutely! It’s a deal! No take-backs! You’re not getting rid of me now, I warn you, too late to regret!”
Lan Zhan’s eyes widened slightly, before his face softened in a way Wei Ying had only seen him do when he looked at the things he most adored – Being bunnies, most of the time. “Accepted.”
Wei Ying nearly squealed, hiding his bright and goofy expression into the man’s chest.
“… And the terms apply both ways.”
He peeked up at Lan Zhan.
“Exclusivity. No take-backs.” Lan Zhan mumbled, before leaning into Wei Ying’s ear. “Mine.”
The last word sent chills running straight down to fill Wei Ying’s soft dick a third time. He breathed airily to avoid literally moaning, but spread his thighs unconsciously.
Lan Zhan must have noticed his needy reaction, for he hummed with a clearly curious note.
“… Lan Zhan… If you wanna… You can, okay?” Wei Ying mumbled. He was not sure he could cum again quite yet, but at this point, Lan Zhan could use him however he wanted, and Wei Ying would be nothing but grateful for it. He was so absolutely hopeless.
And it seemed Lan Zhan considered it with great interest, given how he lifted and looked down over Wei Ying’s body, his hands feeling up under Wei Ying’s sweater, then running down and groping along his thighs.
Another round – They had time, right? This time, maybe they could…
Wei Ying sat up, looked around the room and paled a little; He had almost forgotten to worry about whether others had heard their previous trysts. But then again… With Lan Zhan now being his literal fucking boyfriend, whatever estrangement would follow him being outed could be bearable.
Plus – No raging Madam Yu had kicked the door down yet and demanded he leave her house, so they might be in the clear. Maybe nobody had heard, or at least, they had chalked it up to more of Wei Ying’s usual playing around.
If so, maybe one more wouldn’t hurt? If anything, they could drop to the floor and do it there? That should be pretty noiseless. Lan Zhan could wrap a palm around Wei Ying’s mouth – Or keep it occupied with his own – Or gag him on his fingers or something else, and then they could…
“… We should clean.” Lan Zhan finally breathed, though the hesitancy in his voice assured Wei Ying it definitely wasn’t for lack of want. Assured him that, should he ask just once more, the man would acquiesce.
But Lan Zhan was right. They hadn’t exactly been dutiful after the first rounds, falling asleep with all kinds of fluids within Wei Ying and on their skin. Adding what they had just produced – It was probably time to clean out.
Wei Ying squirmed, but nodded.
“Right. Before everyone’s up, and we won’t have a chance to.”
He looked about the room and cringed; Bed covers thrown all about in their fooling around, stains scattered on them, and the remains of his own cum drying on the floor by the table. They had plenty to get done in this regard, too.
He groaned and dropped his head on Lan Zhan’s shoulder, and his –boyfriend– took to rubbing a hand down his back soothingly. “Imma quickly dry the floor stains, strip the sheets, and grab some clothes. Then we flee to the bathroom.”
“Mn,” Lan Zhan hummed. “Go find some clothes. Let me do the rest.”
“The best boyfriend ever.” Wei Ying mumbled with a smile.
Having quickly gotten the room into a somewhat orderly condition, and once dressed in temporary, mismatched, sacrificial outfits that would go straight to the hamper, the two of them snuck along the hallways.
They only saw one person – Someone asleep in the corner of a veranda on a beanbag surely stolen from Jiang Cheng’s room – And Wei Ying felt increasingly confident nobody had overheard anything incriminating.
“Here.” He pushed the door open to the smaller, second-floor bathroom the Jiang parents had let the three kids use, and ushered Lan Zhan in, before locking behind them.
He turned around and sighed, then set the tub to fill and started stripping the sacrificial clothes to have a quick shower first. But he realised Lan Zhan had paused, so he turned toward him, seeing him glance off to the side awkwardly.
“What’s up?”
Lan Zhan swallowed and glanced at him, now dressed only in loose sweatpants. “… Will we… Both…?”
Wei Ying paused too, realising.
Right. Are we – Gonna bathe together? As in – Naked and wet and stuff?
“Uhm, I mean,” He scratched his neck and shrugged. “We could? If you’d like – And if not-”
“I’d like.”
The two of them looked each other in the eyes for a second. Oh, they were so bad at this. He loved it.
They would get to figure this stuff out together, and he was so looking forward to it.
“I’d like it too,” He smiled and loosened the tie of his sweatpants as if to punctuate his statement. “… Although… I can’t promise I won’t get a little, hmm… Worked up?”
Lan Zhan’s eyes darkened, and Wei Ying cackled at the expression, letting his pants drop down his legs and stepping out of them. Fully nude, he approached his boyfriend confidently and wrapped his arms around his neck. He draped himself against Lan Zhan, pressing every naked part of him as indecently against him as possible.
“Doesn’t that excite you?”
“Wei Ying.” Lan Zhan spoke sternly. Wei Ying was a very bad person with very indecent thoughts, so he leaned back and began tugging Lan Zhan’s clothes off his body as well. And who could blame him? When you’ve secured yourself a boyfriend like his, of course he couldn’t bear to have him clothed for too long.
“Come now, be good and strip, mm?” He hummed, pulling the t-shirt over Lan Zhan’s head, before his naughty fingers eagerly moved on to loosening his pants too. Lan Zhan did nothing to stop him, so he forged on.
Once he had him fully naked as well, Wei Ying let his greedy hands rub down and up Lan Zhan’s thighs, around his hips, feeling up his ass, which earned him a bite to his shoulder. Chuckling mischievously, he ran his hands back up the man’s chest, groping his pecks, before finally tangling his fingers on the other side of Lan Zhan’s head.
“So well formed, Gege. I'm a lucky one.” He whispered with a smile into Lan Zhan’s shoulder.
Lan Zhan kissed his neck a few times, before slowly backing him up into the shower cabin. Wei Ying leaned back and let his boyfriend be diligent, watching him pick up the showerhead and test the temperature, before he carefully brought it over Wei Ying’s legs, up his torso. Goosebumps broke out across his skin as it adjusted to the temperature, but slowly, Lan Zhan washed the worst of their residues off him.
Wei Ying smiled lazily, nothing but pure bliss and satisfaction flowing from his heart. He kissed Lan Zhan and stole the showerhead to repay the effort, before he found the bodywash and cocked an eyebrow.
“Will you let me wash you down – Or will you think I’m using that as an excuse to feel you up?” He grinned.
“You may. Even if it is an excuse.” Lan Zhan hummed. “Provided I get to do the same, for the same reason.”
Wei Ying laughed brightly and nodded eagerly. It was absolutely thrilling to push the boundaries, seeing how much he could get away with – And still have Lan Zhan meet him.
He did his best to take advantage of Lan Zhan letting him touch all over, especially cupping a hand under his privates, and whispering innocently as he wrapped his fingers loosely around his length and ‘washed’ it thoroughly.
Only when Lan Zhan’s breath grew a tad heavier, and he closed his eyes, did Wei Ying move on with an oblivious hum, and felt his boyfriend glare at him.
“What’s up?” He asked innocently, scratching Lan Zhan’s chin. “We’re supposed to clean up, you know.”
Lan Zhan breathed out slowly and ran a hand through Wei Ying’s hair a little roughly, dragging his fingers under Wei Ying’s jaw and holding on for a moment, watching him smile. Then he let his fingers glide down his throat and wrap a little tightly around his neck, making Wei Ying’s smile part on an airy breath.
Oh. He liked that.
“… You know,” He whispered as Lan Zhan let go again. “Maybe we should be a little more… Thorough…”
Lan Zhan tilted his head, and Wei Ying swallowed, before dropping to his knees, looking up at the man through damp lashes and parting his lips slightly. Lan Zhan’s eyes widened, and he breathed in and out slowly, his hand finding its way on top of Wei Ying’s head, patting his hair sweetly.
Wei Ying kept his eyes only on Lan Zhan’s face, even though his cheek was only inches from his boyfriend’s cock, which had slowly grown a bit firmer over the past few minutes. But neither spoke. Wei Ying kept his mouth open just enough to be inviting, without seeming obvious. If Lan Zhan wanted, all he needed was to shift slightly and…
“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan breathed.
“Mmm?” Wei Ying hummed, letting the tip of his tongue peek out, blinking up at the other.
Lan Zhan took another breath, then turned his hips slightly, angling better and letting the head tap Wei Ying’s cheek slightly. He waited, seeing if Wei Ying would pull back and say it wasn’t what he meant – But it was exactly what Wei Ying meant.
Then Lan Zhan tipped his hips and let himself rest onto the tip of Wei Ying’s tongue, already leaking precum. Wei Ying kept still, blinking lazily at his boyfriend. Lan Zhan’s fingers clenched, fisting into his hair and pulling him slowly closer, pressing in ever so slightly. His dick slipped along Wei Ying’s waiting tongue, pushed into and beyond the plush of his lips, and made him open his jaw wider to attempt to accommodate.
Wei Ying had never had something so big in his mouth. He tried to keep his expression lax and confident, but when the thick head started taking up all space, pressing against the roof of his mouth, he couldn’t help but furrow. Lan Zhan licked his lips and pulled harder on Wei Ying’s hair, until, finally, Wei Ying’s gag reflex made him twitch.
Slowly, Lan Zhan pulled out again, and Wei Ying cursed the fact that he hadn’t practised this more, if they had to end it already. But, thankfully, Lan Zhan pushed in again, slowly but surely. Wei Ying hummed an appreciative noise, but couldn’t help tears from forming in his lashline when Lan Zhan tried to go deeper than before. He did his best to fight the urge to gag, and Lan Zhan shushed him.
“Take it.” He commanded. Wei Ying pressed his palm down on his own cock to stifle the twitch of interest it gave and tried his best to let Lan Zhan shove down his throat.
But finally, he choked, and his throat constricted. Lan Zhan held himself inside just a second longer as Wei Ying gagged, as if pushing just a little over the limit, before swiftly pulling out. He let Wei Ying catch his breath, but did not bring his cock far from his face.
“I'm good, I'm fine, fine-” Wei Ying declared as he heaved for air and lifted his face to present his mouth once more. He let his tongue loll out and parted his lips, looking with teary eyes up at Lan Zhan, whose expression was neutral except for his widened pupils.
The man didn’t hesitate to push in again, either, trying to go further than last, pushing Wei Ying’s limits – Training him, almost. Wei Ying felt himself leak just slightly at the thought of being formed to fit Lan Zhan perfectly, and took the man deeper into his throat. This time, when he sputtered and gurgled, Lan Zhan pulled out fully and bent down to pick him up, making him stand on his wobbly legs.
“Wait, Gege, I can – You can come in mouth, I can swallow!” Wei Ying rushed to encourage, despite still coughing slightly. He had really wanted to try it, taste it.
But Lan Zhan didn’t reply, instead pushing him bodily against the wall and rutting against his thigh. Wei Ying grunted with each push, clutching onto the man’s back and staring wide-eyed at the ceiling, feeling Lan Zhan’s thick and burning cock press against his hip, his own dick, against and between his thighs.
Then Lan Zhan breathed out shakily, slowly, and stilled his movements with great effort. His whole body was trembling as he leaned back from Wei Ying.
“… We should… Clean…” He grit out as if to explain why.
Wei Ying tutted at his self-restraint and petted his cheeks. He tilted his head and put on his softest tone. “Sweetheart, let me, mm? You’ll feel better, and we won’t get dirty.”
Lan Zhan closed his eyes and nodded into Wei Ying’s palm. It was all the confirmation he needed to fall back to his knees and put all his focus on the angrily red length. Using both hands to grab it, he licked the head a few times before Lan Zhan’s sharp ‘Wei Ying-!’ told him any teasing would make him spill.
Without preamble, Wei Ying swallowed down on Lan Zhan’s cock, fitting as much into his mouth as possible. He pushed as deep as he could after those first few practice rounds and let his fingers eagerly work the rest. Both of Lan Zhan’s hands came to hold his head in place, and it wasn’t long before he was thrusting hastily forward. Wei Ying couldn’t even find a chance to gag before he felt Lan Zhan pulsate, and something viscous and warm filled his mouth from the back.
Wei Ying swallowed wrong and fought the urge to cough, tried to just drink it down and let Lan Zhan finish with a few more pumps. He swallowed as fast as he could, something curling ever tighter in his gut, getting to do this with the guy he’s been obsessed with, getting to taste him.
His whole body was trembling as Lan Zhan pulled out from between his lips, but he still managed to lick the few remaining droplets into his mouth, before blinking up at his boyfriend. Finally, the man looked just a bit overwhelmed, his lips parted, and his eyes slightly bloodshot.
Success, Wei Ying thought with glee and licked his lips as a smile grew.
“Got you all clean, didn’t I, Gege?” He teased.
“… Your turn.” Lan Zhan spoke in a low voice.
Of course, Wei Ying received plenty of revenge as he was washed. Lan Zhan ran a finger up and down the cleft of his ass and between his cheeks while faking quite convincing cluelessness when Wei Ying complained. And, for good measure, he let his finger slip just inside, making Wei Ying’s knees go weak, then tutting when he clutched onto him for support.
“It needs cleaning.” He hummed against Wei Ying’s hair.
“Lan Zhan, I swear, if you do not fuck me…” Wei Ying panted and tried to push back and get the finger deeper inside him.
Lan Zhan clicked his tongue and pulled his finger out as he used Wei Ying’s own words against him. “We are supposed to clean up.”
This guy will be the end of me, Wei Ying despaired.
Finally, Lan Zhan showered the remaining soap spuds from his skin and ushered him towards the full tub waiting for them. But, with how turned on he was, there was no way Wei Ying could simply sit all curled up naked with his boyfriend.
Once he had encouraged Lan Zhan to sit, assuring him he had no evil plans, Wei Ying got into the water as well, scooted back, and sighed as he fell back against his chest. He smiled over his shoulder up at his boyfriend, who was looking quite enamoured, before nuzzling his nose against his jaw.
“Gege,” He whispered. “You’ve made me the happiest guy in the world – Did you know?”
Lan Zhan breathed out and ran his fingers over Wei Ying’s wet hair. “Impossible.”
Wei Ying smiled and could already guess what Lan Zhan was going to say, but he was a sucker for this cheesy stuff. He had gone years with a crush, longing for such sappiness; He thought he deserved to enjoy it a little. “Really now? Then who is?”
“I am.”
Wei Ying giggled and shifted in Lan Zhan’s embrace to get even more comfortable. He could indulge in a little bit of cuddling before continuing his mission. And he did last a few minutes in that soft, warm embrace before he couldn’t help himself.
Swallowing, he let his hand trail lower, down between his thighs. He sighed, tilting his head and encouraging Lan Zhan to press a few lazy kisses to his neck, as he secretly prodded a finger into himself.
“… Lan Zhan,” He breathed. “You filled me up so good, didn’t you?”
Instantly, Lan Zhan’s sweet indulgence turned suspicious.
“Shouldn’t we make sure it's…” He breathed out when he spread his legs a little more and angled his arm to get a little further in. It was a bad angle, but if he reached behind his back instead, Lan Zhan would catch him right away. “… Make sure it's all out, mm?”
Wei Ying wriggled, in vain trying to get his finger deeper. Lan Zhan remained silent, though he ran one hand from Wei Ying’s shoulder, down his arm and followed it between his legs, before clicking his tongue. Wei Ying bit his lip and sighed pitifully, giving up on hiding.
“Gege… Can’t reach…” He pouted, looking over his shoulder. “You should be more responsible, shouldn’t you? This is your doing after all.”
With little warning, Lan Zhan snuck a hand behind Wei Ying and shoved a finger in alongside his own, though he could get it so much deeper. Wei Ying keened and arched his back, biting his lips against a pathetic noise.
“Hm,” Lan Zhan hummed. “As you wish.”
He shoved his finger in and curled it as if attempting to drag the remaining cum out, but managed just as much to hit Wei Ying’s prostate, making him flinch and gasp. He repeated twice, each time more roughly than the last, before he pushed up out of the water and directed Wei Ying with him. Lan Zhan shoved him onto his knees and pressed his front against the bathtub’s wall, then crowded around Wei Ying’s back and stuffed his finger inside again.
Wei Ying whimpered and clenched around the digit inside him, breathing out and closing his eyes. “Yeah… Lan Zhan, Gege… You gotta be… Thorough…” He whispered, hips swaying back against his boyfriend and seeking the friction over his sweet spot that could finally get him hard again.
Lan Zhan breathed a long-suffering sigh, and Wei Ying suspected it wouldn’t take long for him to crack.
“Lan Zhaan…” He arched his back and felt an undeniable interest, before leaning his head back against Lan Zhan’s shoulder. “Not deep enough… You were so deep inside – I could feel you in my gut…”
“Wei Ying-” Lan Zhan panted. Oh, he wanted to, so badly.
“Need something longer to get all of it… Get all the way inside me…” Wei Ying breathed. “Right?”
Lan Zhan snapped. He ripped his finger out and crawled closer, pulled Wei Ying back, and stuffed the head of his cock into Wei Ying’s opening. Wei Ying gasped, then waited expectantly, as Lan Zhan breathed against his shoulder and tried not to fall for the bait.
But it was a losing battle; A simple, curious hum from Wei Ying and a wriggle of his hips, and Lan Zhan shoved in, grabbing bruisingly onto his hips to pull him back.
Wei Ying stifled a cry by biting into his hand, but the water splashed around them noisily instead. Then Lan Zhan froze once the head of his cock had popped in, his forehead dropped between Wei Ying’s shoulder blades, and he breathed a few heavy breaths.
Too bad for him, his boyfriend was a menace.
“Nooo, Gege!” Wei Ying whined and clicked his tongue. “Like this, you’re only gonna make me dirtier!”
“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan grit out. “Intended for this.”
“Did not!” Wei Ying defended. “… But since you’ve gone and done it already… You just can’t come in me! And – Only the tip!”
Lan Zhan’s fingers tightened on his hips. “… Only the tip…” He repeated.
“Mmhmm. No more!” Wei Ying was fighting not to smile. Being a little shit, he just so happened to press his hips back as he continued to speak. “After all, if you dirty me again, all our efforts will have been wasted, right?”
“We shall see.”
“What do you mean ‘we shall see’?! You can’t, okay?! Otherwise…” Wei Ying hummed, feeling Lan Zhan pull out slightly, so just the tip was kissing Wei Ying’s opening, before dutifully pushing in just until the head popped inside. “Otherwise, you’ll owe me one! So, for your own sake, it’s best not to; I’m not fun to be indebted to.”
“I see.” Lan Zhan breathed. He was moving slowly in and out of Wei Ying, just the tip, as Wei Ying had demanded. The indecent noise it made as it popped in and out of him made Wei Ying so absolutely horny. But he could not be the one to force it deeper, or Lan Zhan would be insufferable about Wei Ying’s little charade.
So, he breathed some small huffs and closed his eyes, enjoying the limited stimulation.
“… But,” Lan Zhan said, his voice even, as he wrapped his arms around Wei Ying’s chest and pulled him back. “After all… Didn’t we need to go deeper?”
“O-oh,” Wei Ying breathed, so turned on he was barely holding onto restraint. “Right – We did, didn’t we?”
“Maybe… Something like – This?” Demonstratively, Lan Zhan shoved forward, plunging halfway in and punching the air from Wei Ying’s throat.
“R-right,” He wheezed. “I guess.”
“Hmm… But it’s not enough.” Lan Zhan whispered against Wei Ying’s ear. Without warning, he shoved in further, settling his hips against Wei Ying’s ass fully, and Wei Ying wheezed a small cry.
“Gege-” He gasped, fingers clutching onto Lan Zhan’s arms around his chest. “You just – Just can’t cum-”
Wei Ying could burst any second. His brain was firing in all directions, so very close.
“Hmm…” Lan Zhan hummed. “You truly don’t want it…?”
Again, he shoved forward, but could get no deeper and simply pushed Wei Ying further against the wall, his cock throbbing noticeably within Wei Ying. It made Wei Ying’s mouth fall open and made him clench his thighs together uselessly.
I want it, I want it, please, he managed not to say, only sniffling instead. But why hold back? Who cares if Lan Zhan found out how needy he was? If anyone should know, it should be his boyfriend, right?
Wei Ying’s lips parted wetly a few times, his mouth watering, himself so close to orgasm. He wanted to beg for it, clenched invitingly, but Lan Zhan didn’t break.
“Gege, I-”
Before he could finish, down the hallway a familiar voice called, and he jolted, his eyes widening.
“… Is not in his room…!” He heard Jiang Cheng groan to someone further away, smacking a door.
JIANG CHENG I WILL ACTUALLY STRANGLE YOU, Wei Ying wailed in his head and squeezed his eyes shut.
Where Lan Zhan’s fingers held onto his chest, they squeezed, closing slightly around his throat again. Then, ever so slowly, he eased his grip around Wei Ying, leaned back and breathed out the most patient sound Wei Ying had ever heard from him.
“… You were right,” Lan Zhan spoke evenly, hands landing lightly on Wei Ying’s hips. “It’s best if I don’t.”
Fuckfuckfuckfcuk, I will literally break your legs, Jiang Cheng!
Wei Ying he felt Lan Zhan drag out of him so slowly it was almost painful, as if waiting for Wei Ying to stop him. But, finally, he popped free, and Wei Ying could sob, palming down his own erection with fervour.
However, he yelped, which was quickly muffled into Lan Zhan’s palm, when the guy leaned in and fingered him again, this time actually working to get whatever precum he had just filled him with out. Wei Ying pouted into his hand and closed his eyes when his horribly timed brother banged on the door to the bathroom.
“Loser! How long have you been in there? Get your lazy ass up – The house’s a mess and mom is going ballistic about a vase!”
Biting back every not-nice thing he wanted to hurl back, Wei Ying smiled tightly and lifted his face from Lan Zhan’s hand. “Sorry, Imma be right there!”
“5 minutes, okay? Please.” The last word was called with just a hint of desperation before Jiang Cheng stomped away once more.
Lan Zhan rubbed a soothing hand up and down Wei Ying’s lower back and pulled his finger out. Then, being the absolute fucking best, he leaned in and kissed Wei Ying’s shoulder.
*
“I’ll be there.” He promised.
Wei Ying smiled. “Have I mentioned I love you?”
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The house was a mess indeed.
Beyond the countless youngsters of varying degrees of awareness littered about, there were torn-down decorations, cans and cups of all kinds, and that one broken vase.
In Wei Ying’s mind, the fact that nothing else had been broken was honestly a miracle. And luckily, it was a Jin who did it – Otherwise, he would have feared for the safety of the poor sod that caught Madam Yu’s ire.
Like he was about to. But he caught her ire on the daily, so this was nothing new.
She had basically already begun her cursing of his entire lineage before he even stepped foot inside the living room where the family had gathered to plan the cleanup – Though her mouth snapped closed as soon as she saw Lan Zhan’s figure follow him.
“Lan-Xiansheng.” She greeted a little awkwardly, glancing at Jiang Cheng, who looked similarly perplexed. “A-Cheng didn’t say you were still around. I thought your uncle had picked you up earlier?”
“Shufu came to bring Xiongzhang.” Lan Zhan spoke evenly, staying a little closer to Wei Ying than usual.
“I didn’t see him!” Jiang Cheng whispered a hiss to his mom in defence. “He wasn’t in the room, Wei Ying was in the bathroom-”
“Lan Zhan was getting some fresh air as I got changed.” Wei Ying explained quickly. He still wasn’t sure if any of their fooling around had been overheard, and wouldn’t risk furthering any suspicions.
Sure, in bed and while filled to his heart’s content, the idea of getting cursed out for getting laid was more of a distant thought to make the sex a bit more exciting – But being faced with actual fury was quite daunting right now.
Especially, the chance that any of that ire could be turned on Lan Zhan. Just the thought of causing him to be outed, to be ostracised… Oh, Wei Ying shouldn’t have been whining and whimpering like he was in heat!
Trying not to blush and doing everything in his power to manifest a reality where no one heard anything untoward, he rolled his sleeves up. “Right – Where should I start?”
“Either you show Lan Wangji to the seating room first, or help him get home!” Madam Yu snapped, then turned a tight smile towards Lan Zhan. “We’re not letting our guests just linger.”
“I will help.” Lan Zhan said before Wei Ying could open his mouth. Lan Zhan never broke his courteous tone, but Wei Ying could sense a coldness to it when directed at Madam Yu, who noticed nothing, herself sharp-tongued even when trying to be gentle.
“Oh, there truly is no need. If you don’t wish to wait for him to be done, we really do not mind driving you home – I can have Yinzhu do it.”
Wei Ying’s heart started beating just a little faster. But he had already clung onto Lan Zhan more than enough for one day, hadn’t he? He had no right to crave more.
“It’s no trouble. I wish to, as thanks for being invited.” Lan Zhan replied. Seeing another dismissal on Madam Yu’s lips, he continued, “I also asked Wei Ying to spend some time in town later today, so I would be very thankful if I could be allowed to stay.”
If Wei Ying wasn’t mistaken, he was the one who had asked Lan Zhan. So did Lan Zhan lie? Slightly. But worded like this, Lan Zhan was the one asking for Wei Ying’s time, not the other way around – And surely Madam Yu could not decline.
“You may, of course, stay.” She smiled without it reaching her eyes, evidently eager to please the young master of the Lans. Wei Ying was sure it was the only achievement she was happy he had accomplished: Making such a valuable friendship. Of course, her smile vanished just as fast as her eyes returned to Wei Ying. “Ying, don’t try to drop all your tasks on him. Go to the piers and get started cleaning.”
Wei Ying dipped his head in acknowledgement and couldn’t help his smile as he dragged Lan Zhan along with him.
Lan Zhan, who was staying.
Lan Zhan, who was his boyfriend.
Lan Zhan, who Wei Ying would absolutely push behind the next available door to finish what they had been interrupted doing.
His hand, wrapped around Lan Zhan’s wrist, slipped into his boyfriend’s hand. Surely, nobody would notice. He smiled to himself as they wandered down towards the chaotic piers.
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Jiejie brought them ice-creams after a few hours of filling black plastic bags with what remained of welcome-drink cups and plates of half-eaten food.
Wei Ying twirled her around enthusiastically and eagerly bit into his citrusy icepop, handing Lan Zhan the milder-tasting kind, before he slumped onto the nearest furniture – Which he couldn’t help notice was the one he had first made a move on Lan Zhan atop.
He was grinning to himself at the thought as Lan Zhan settled beside him, unwrapping his icy treat carefully. Wei Ying studied him for a few blissful moments, his whole body vibrating with joy.
How could one man be so lucky?
Fate was good on him today.
He popped his ice-cream out from his mouth with a mischievous grin. “Baobei~?” He lulled.
Lan Zhan straightened his back. “… Wei Ying.”
“Hmm? Just Wei Ying? No ‘baobei’ for his one?” He pursed his lips and sniffed theatrically.
Lan Wangji swallowed and looked at Wei Ying over his shoulder. “Shameless. We are in public.”
“No one can see us, Gege.” Wei Ying leaned forward to rest his head on Lan Zhan’s shoulder, pouting and waving the stick of his ice cream around. “Besides, are you embarrassed to be with me? Hmm? Don’t want anyone to know?”
Lan Zhan breathed out. “Not embarrassed. But…”
He glanced further back across the pier and towards the expansive mansion that was Lotus Pier. Wei Ying sighed, but understood.
“I know. We could get in a bit of trouble if people found out, hmm?” Wei Ying would at least. Maybe he’d even be disowned. Although – Given who he was with, he could also see a universe where the good madam decided he had made a good enough catch to not make him homeless for being gay.
But Lan Zhan had a conservative family, too; Wei Ying wouldn’t risk it. Not yet.
“… But someday.” Lan Zhan spoke, as if he had read Wei Ying’s thoughts. Wei Ying looked up at him, just in time for Lan Zhan to push the last bit of his ice cream to Wei Ying’s lips. “I want the world to know.”
“Gege wants everyone to know I’m taken?” Wei Ying grinned, licking the melting ice cream from Lan Zhan’s fingers.
“Yes.”
“That I’m yours”
“Yes.” He said, eyes darkening slightly.
Wei Ying stretched his neck enough to lightly peck Lan Zhan’s cheek.
“Alright. I’ll try to keep my hands off you. At least, no more touching than usual – I think people just assume we are very close friends. Which, granted, we were!” Wei Ying grinned. “Do you know if anyone will figure out? Jiejie claimed I’ve been obvious about you. I mean, once we announce the wedding, people will have to know, right?”
As Lan Zhan reached for and tugged Wei Ying’s cheeks, his own ears blushing greatly, Wei Ying laughed brightly. Then he fell quiet again, just enjoying the presence of his boyfriend and the deep satisfaction pervading his body.
“… Would you consider moving in together?”
Wei Ying blinked his eyes open and looked up at Lan Zhan, whose face was turned the other way. “… What?”
But Lan Zhan said nothing more.
“… But we’re gonna be studying in separate towns…?” Wei Ying muttered. It was a fact he had thought about plenty, with great dismay.
“Beijing has law schools as well.” Lan Zhan whispered.
Wei Ying didn’t know what to say for a moment. “… But your family always goes to Gusu Law, right?”
“There’s no requirement.”
Wei Ying breathed out slowly, before a smile spread on his lips. He pulled Lan Zhan closer and hid his grin against his shoulder.
“You’d really go there just to be closer to me? To live together?”
“yes.”
“You’re precious, Gege. Have I mentioned I love you?”
Lan Zhan finally turned his head back towards Wei Ying. “Mn. Love you, too.”
Wei Ying would never get tired of hearing it.
“Then we gotta start hunting apartments! What would our budget be? In what district should we look? What requirements do you have? Lan Zhan – We won’t need two bedrooms, will we? I mean… I’d just sneak into your bed each night anyway, so-”
“Wei Ying…” Lan Zhan breathed out with great patience. It only spurred Wei Ying on.
“I mean, for looks, we can have two beds! But one shan’t be used. Do you think others will get suspicious? Or do you think they’re used to us being like this? Ah, Lan Zhan, I’m already thinking of decorations, and we haven’t even found a place!”
“Is it yes?”
“Yes? Of course it’s yes! Lan Zhan!” Wei Ying tutted with a smile. “Is there any world I wouldn’t want to live with you? I can tell you the answer is no!”
If Wei Ying wasn’t mistaken, he could see the faintest hint of a smile on Lan Zhan’s lips. It made him beyond thrilled; He had so rarely seen smiles on this man! He leaned in further and tapped his ice cream stick against his lips.
“Okay, but until then, we need to be able to talk. So; If we’re going into town today, I am getting you a phone and adding my number, whether you want it or not! Do you hear?”
Lan Zhan hummed. “As you wish.”
“And I'm setting the background to be a picture of us!”
“Mn.”
“Maybe one where we’re kissing? Surely your family isn’t one to snoop, so it shouldn’t be too risky, right?”
“Wei Ying.”
“Mm-?”
Before Wei Ying could turn his head fully, his chin was lifted gently, and his smile was pressed against Lan Zhan’s, a soft kiss.
When they broke apart, Lan Zhan’s smile was a little wider.
“I would like that.”